The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
Turning the ground to burnished gold.
Each leaf withers in its burning glare,
As shadows shrink, nowhere to spare.
The sun, a ruler, fierce and bright,
Holds the day in endless light.
Posted in response to the challenge Sun.
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